Page 59 of Lost Paradise

There’s no way out of this.

Eve abruptly pulls away from me, but her sight doesn’t leave my face. With a graceful motion, she slides off her shirt, shrugging it off her arms and letting it pool at her feet. Her movements are fluid and effortless as she removes her vest, yet there’s a vulnerability in the way she exposes herself to me.

My heart quickens at the sight, a rush of anticipation coursing through me like wildfire with what lies beneath her bra.

Then turning her back to me, she sweeps her long hair to the side, exposing her bra fastening to me. I swallow hard, my handstrembling slightly as I reach out to unhook it. My fingers fumble with the clasp in a clumsy attempt to mimic her grace. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume all reason.

Finally, with a soft click, the clasp gives way. Eve's bra falls away as she pulls the straps down her arms and tosses the item on the pile of clothes she’s left on the ground, leaving her back exposed to my hungry gaze. The curve of her spine, the gentle slope of her shoulders, and every contour of her nude form is a symphony of beauty, etched into my memory with indelible ink.

I drink in the sight, my breath catching in my throat as I marvel at the vulnerability and strength that lay before me. In that moment, all doubts and hesitations melt away, replaced by a fierce longing to explore every inch of her being, to unravel the mysteries hidden beneath her skin.

“Turn around, darling,” I say, no longer using the brain in my head, but the hard arousal that twitches in my trousers now partially controls me.

My heart pounds in my chest as she turns to face me, revealing the soft curve of her breasts, her dark rosey nipples, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that trickles through the trees. As our eyes meet, I feel a rush of heat flood through me, and at this moment, there is no past, no future, only the intoxicating allure of the present, drawing us ever closer together.

Stepping forward, I reach out and pull her toward me. Tipping her chin up with my thumb, I crash my lips on hers, pulling her lip between mine and giving it a gentle tug just as my hand slides up her naked torso and finds its home as I cup her firm breast, so soft, plump and milky.

I begin exploring her pebbled nipples, not sure whether I should pinch or roll them between my fingers, and I try out both, the latter causing her to moan in my mouth and drawing herself closer to me. So I do the same for both breasts, my knob growing harder, and I know she can feel me.

I want to explore her tits and suck them, roll my tongue over those rose petals, but I’m way too tall to do that standing, so instead, my hand dares to explore her abdomen, her sides, and her back as I trace her back, moving slowly south and below her waist. When she doesn’t object, I go further south and under her knickers to cup her juicy, supple arse in my hand.

She pushes herself against me with approval, and I can’t help but want to explore her more, so I remove my hand and bring it to her front and feel her cunt, desperate to know what she feels like. Dipping my fingers inside, I feel her move her pelvis slightly against my hand, encouraging me to move further as I explore her almost hairless pussy.

Eve sighs in my mouth as I feel her soft folds, eager to break through to her slit. As soon as I press through, I feel the warm, wet, smooth core. She’s dripping for me, and while I may not have the experience or technique, I know she’s excited and enjoying this by the constant moans and whimpers of excitement she breathes heavily into my mouth.

I abruptly pull out and hastily unbutton her jeans and zipper with a newfound boldness and determination. With more room to play with, I slide my hand once more inside, my fingers pressing through her core and finally finding that little nub of joy.

Fastening her grip on my shoulders, she pulls her face away from me and holds onto me almost as if it's for dear life.

“You like me doing this to you?” I whisper softly as I use her juices to rub gentle circles around her clit.

“Yes,” she drawls out slowly, her eyes flickering up at me as if I now control her lifeline at my fingertips.

I switch fingers and use my thumb to outline her clit as my other fingers explore her crevice, hesitating briefly before thrusting two fingers inside her.

“Oh!” she cries out into my neck, and I swear her eyes moved to the back of her head as she relinquishes control of her body to me. I quickly grip her back in my hand and hold her upwards as my other hand curls as I explore inside her warm, wet, and very aroused pussy.

Looking at her at my mercy, I want her so much. The pain in my trousers is getting harder to resist.

“More,” she whispers heavily. And I’m unsure what she means. “Deeper,” she clarifies.

When I push my fingers deeper inside her and curl them slightly, I feel her jerk as soon as I begin to pump them inside her.

“Oh god, like that,” she pants and holds onto me, shutting her eyes. I stare at her with fascination as I continue this method, and she grinds herself into my hand.

“Don’t stop doing that,” she pleads, and despite her fear that I might stop, I have no intentionsof doing so.

“Oh God,” she whimpers and moans. I feel her convulse and shudder in my arms, but it’s my fingers and the sensations I feel as her pussy pulses and locks me in, holding me deep inside her as a gush of liquid flushes my hands.

“I’m sorry,” she looks at me, shocked and almost embarrassed.

“Why?” I ask innocently, looking at the beauty I hold in my arms.

“That’s never happened,” she admits, and I’m confused. “I think I pee’d on you.”

To my horror, I pull my hand out of her pants and lift it up, but I don’t smell urine.

“Has this never happened to you before?” I ask her skeptically. This might be the first time I did this, but I’m not an idiot to women’s biology.

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